Upon arriving at the base, Roger didn't really know what to expect. This was supposed to be a training mission right? But going off of the battlefield of robot corpses, that most certainly was not the case. At least, not training in any kind of traditional or perhaps even rational sense. Furthermore, given how bad shape all the Framewerks were in, what was coming would probably be negative in nature. After all, it's not really a good job done if everybody died.

What he was not expecting was for everyone to be [u]personally[/u] insulted by the old man up front. Roger was able to get a vague, general sense of what had happened amidst the verbal lashings. A plan was formed, everyone got ambushed. Chaos ensued. Somehow Team Sigma still won. But he still wasn't quite sure what his part in that struggle had been, at least until Lorenzo got to him. It was pretty clear that what had taken him out was a crash, but it evidently was something he did on purpose rather than a slip up. Still, instead of being insulted for fucking up, it felt like Rooney was being given up on. Relegated to quick, cheap entertainment.

Roger fists balled up, until his skin almost stretched over his knuckles. But he didn't talk back. It wasn't his place to do so, and in a way, the old man was right and Rooney knew it. He was barely capable of piloting Yeager at all, and if he kept up this supposed streak of just crashing into things, he wouldn't last very long at all. Still, it was infuriating to admit it, even if only to himself.

[i]If that's how it's going to be, I'll just have to show that geezer and become the best damn pilot in this program.[/i]